I went out to the living room to tell Big A dinner was ready. She laid on the couch, pretending to read one of her father's paperbacks.
"Mommy, this story is about a monkey that likes to break things," she said in the gravest of tones.
When I looked at the book, I had to laugh:
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Brilliant, just brilliant. And oh-so-true.
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